March 1, 2013

Friday Flames - with a guest post!

I couldn't be happier to welcome D'Ann Lindun to Friday Flames.

D'Ann is a cowgirl in life and heart, and she writes contemporary romantic western suspense. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, nine ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories! 

Her latest book is Cooper's Redemption.

 And here's her Friday Flames contribution:


Taking tiny, frantic nips along his collarbone, Elizabeth savored him. She drew in a deep breath. No designer cologne on this man. Only the clean and woodsy scent of the outdoors. Eagerly, she slipped jeans and shorts off slim hips.
Breathless, weak-kneed, she sank on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she folded both hands around his taut penis, until it trembled in her grasp. Loving the smooth, silky texture, and his reaction, she experimentally stroked him with her thumbs. An audible gasp escaped him, and she smiled. She smoothed the tip until his entire body vibrated with supercharged energy.
He wrapped strands of her hair around his hands, tugging, but not painfully. When he began to buck against her hand, she released him.
 “Cooper, I need you now.”
He hesitated. “I don’t have anything,” he muttered. “Not with me . . .”
 Elizabeth placed her fingers against his lips, then silenced him with a kiss. “Hold on.”
Getting up, she went in the bathroom. Rummaging hurriedly through her cosmetic case, she found a pack of nearly-forgotten condoms in the bottom. They’d been stowed there for the getaway she’d taken to Tahoe with a group of girlfriends last summer. The stash was exactly as she’d left it. Gina, Elizabeth’s best friend, had insisted she buy a box of assorted flavors and colors. Blushing, Elizabeth protested. The stash wouldn’t have been needed. She hadn’t exactly been the belle of the ball.
Thank goodness she remembered the rubbers tonight. Picking two of the plainest styles—she doubted Cooper was into mint-flavored ripples—she slipped back into the bedroom.
Climbing back in the bed beside him, she straddled his thighs, opened the wrapper and smoothed the contents over his erection. When he would’ve rolled her over, she teased, “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this for awhile. Torture you a bit.”
 “No,” he said harshly.
Elizabeth couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped her lips when he reversed their positions, moving over her and thrusting inside her without warning. She hadn’t been expecting that maneuver and pain filled her as completely as he did. “Cooper, please stop.”
He only slammed into her two or three times before a shudder seemed to shake from his very bones before he collapsed on top of her.    
Disappointment coursed through her. How could he be so selfish when it mattered most?   A sigh escaped her. Lovemaking always looked so great in the movies. It just never matched up to her expectations in real life. One of the reasons she still had a full box of condoms when her friends had gone through theirs like bubblegum last summer.
       When a soft snore came from Cooper, Elizabeth realized he 

had fallen asleep. Oh great. What a perfect ending. Typical. If only 

just once she could experience the wonder her girlfriends bragged

about. She was beginning to believe they wre all making it up.


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